That’s what Nick Carr reckons, anyway. His criticism is superb:

What I see is a dreary sameness, a vast assembly of interchangeable parts. Everything feels secondhand: the pimps-and-hos poses before the cameraphone, the ham-fisted, cliche-choked blog-prose. It’s sad to see so much effort put into self-expression with so little to express.

[Via Charles Arthur’s blog]